(All rights reserved by Capcom & Nintendo) Note: The metal Link is made of is referencing to the eldin ore from the Second Wind project. Which is an expansion of LoZ BOTW.

Please wait while LINK's system is checked for errors, viruses, or unexpected complications...

Power Core...100%

Neural Network...100%

Sensors...100%

Organic Matter Processor...100%

Functionality...100%

Guardian Code...100%

DNA Soul...100%

TC...Secured

All systems are deemed ready for activation. Please do not disturb the activation process in order to prevent future malfunctions...

Cyber blue eyes slowly opened to reveal a blinding world of white. After quickly calibrating his optic sensors, he realized that he was in a capsule-overflowing with a unpleasant, sticky fluid. He scrambled as fast as his awkward, stiff limbs would allow. He seized hold of a chair nearby as he tried to stand tall-only to fall haplessly to the cold, punishing ground. He laid face first on the floor for some time before uttering his first words, "OW!" Shakily, he tried to regain his footing only to flail and land squarely on his back. "Ow, ow, ow!"

Link decided just to sit for a while. He knew reploids were specifically constructed to mimic humans-but his sensory system performed too excellent a job to produce pain. He was an android entirely composed of eldin-steel alloy for crying out loud! He groaned as he used a metal table as leverage so he could stand again. His optic sensors surveyed the entire room only to find that he was simply left to himself. So much for "Happy Birthday!".

Link grumbled to himself as he used the table to take his first steps. Before activation, Link was placed in a decade-long stimulation in order to prepare him for his designated function in the world. Considering the enormity of his responsibility and the fact he was merely a fledging in this brave new world. It would have been courteous to have someone welcome him at least. But apparently it appeared that whoever activated him decided to waltz off to whatever matters they found more important than his birth.

The newbuilt sighed as he felt his first emotion: Loneliness. "Oh well, might as well announce my awakening then." He was about to leave when the contents on the metal table beside him suddenly caught his eye. Laid out neatly were a tunic and a hooded cloak in forest green, made out of an ultra-thin metallic fabric tailored to cater reploids. The third item was a glistening golden necklace with the centerpiece shaped as the Triforce itself. The birthday boy fingered his costly neckwear as he smiled gingerly at his gifts. No doubt designed specifically to remind him of his extremely important purpose.

He donned his "Hero Gear", which he dubbed on the spot. The clothes felt light as a feather and cool as ice-or at least he thought what feathers and ice were like. During his stimulation, one of the tests had him evacuate a small village before a catastrophic avalanche hit. (He wasn't too fond of the ice then! ) While another test assigned him to relocating a hostile flock of cuccos. (He swore he would never ever step ten miles within cucco territory unless he had a orcarina and ten bags of chicken feed on hand.) I wonder if I look like the legendary hero... Link thought wistfully to himself.

Then he let out a hearty chuckle, "Of course I would! After all, they have been meticulously perfecting me to become an unparalleled replication of the Hero..." Something in his databases cut his light-hearted jest short. According to the history lessons he has taken during his stimulation, the hero was always a Hylian boy who possessed the Triforce of Courage. In other words, the hero was a living, breathing, biological organism. According to the official records, the Hero was always born in the epoch where he would be needed the most. As his supercomputer brain reviewed the facts, an uneasy question surfaced which would have been impossible to evade due to his high intelligence.

If the Hero has always been there to protect Hyrule...Why would do they need to create ME?

He swore his core had skipped a few beats when he allowed the ominous question to take root. All of a sudden, he did not feel safe in Cain Labs anymore-despite the fact the organization was defended by a level 20 security system and guarded by three troops of New Gen reploids. The young reploid hugged himself as the suspicions began gnawing on him. After ten minutes of rocking back and forth to ease himself a bit. He decided, "Perhaps I should double-check my purpose with my superiors." After all, the people who built him surely had a reasonable explanation behind his chosen designation.

The slightly-shaken robot somehow managed to get past the door and into the hallway despite his wobbly gait. Leaning onto the right wall, he moved down the sterile passageway completely void of color and life. Security doors gleaming solid steel were the only objects of interest as Link imagined what could be behind them. I wonder if the door on the left is where they are upgrading Guardians. The fourth right-side door could be containing research on Hyrule's fairies. Or maybe the last door before the next turn is powering a portal to Termina! Wait, this is a laboratory specifically to construct reploids. Hyrule should have labs on their own scientific fields.

Then he halted in his tracks. Another daunting realization began sinking into his mind. Should I have been built in Hyrule instead of Japan? I mean yes, Cain Labs is still the number one place to develop reploids. But by now Hyrule should have enough advanced technology to manufacture its own reploids. Even more so, the Hero is exclusive to Hyrule's culture and it only makes sense that I should be born there instead of here.

Link hastily moved on as he tried to dismiss the thoughts as mere circumstances out of his control. Yet knowing that he definitely was not in control of his fate did not give him comfort. He continued his slow-going journey through the eerie silence of the building. It seemed as if everyone vanished before his activation. Has everyone seriously gone home without even bothering to help him adjust to his new life? You would think there would be a little more concerned for a cutting-edge robot that would become kibbles to the numerous mavericks starving for robot dominance.

Maybe I'm not as important as I thought. I could be just a frivolous birthday request for the newest Princess Zelda. He thought bitterly. When he saw a cart in the hallway. He thrashed it to the side without feeling the least shame for his childish actions. The paranoia and loneliness were starting to seep into his computer brain and release sensations that made him very uncomfortable. The newbuilt began calling out to whoever may hear him and knocking on the doors as he went along.

Dauntingly enough, no one answered.

The young reploid's patience was starting to wane and panic began clawing inside of him. He tried to sprint down the never-ending hallways without stumbling. This is TOO CREEPY! Is there a infected maverick on the loose here and I have accidentally been left behind?! The shuddering possibility pushed him to run even faster than his new legs could manage. Fortunately for him, his sensors finally began picking up the sound of voices three hallways from him. Relieved, he hurried towards the location of where the voices were detected.

He soon came upon not a security door, but double doors fashioned from replicated wood. Just when he reached for the knob one of the voices said, "You have better explain yourself Mr. Avalon-or I will personally hand you over to Hyrule and let them administer your proper punishment." Link froze in his spot. Dr. Avalon was the head scientist in the project that assembled Link. "Your Grace, the only crime I have committed is following through with the contract to the very last detail. I highly doubt the Hylian Council will find fault in my unadulterated services." Answered a placid, frosty, and slightly overconfident voice that could only be the offender himself.

"Do not be so assured Dr. Avalon. If they found out the hidden cost behind your supposedly impeccable services-at best you're asking for eternal imprisonment. And at worse, war." A grave voice warned with the machine-like tone characteristic of a reploid. "Why, Major Signas! I am quite baffled by your theoretical fears! Surely its beyond insulting to place Hylians, Gerudos, Rito, Gorons, and Zoras on the same level of uncontrollable mavericks! Are you quite sure you attended your last checkup?" The scrutinized scientist wittingly fought back.

"Apologies for frightening you. But you can't deny the fact that you have stepped over their boundaries without their consent. You're manipulating the agreements in the contract to justify your actions which is bordering on criminal." The subject of the heated debate outside their door thought Major Signas did well to keep his temper. However-WHAT DID HE MEAN ABOUT THE PROJECT BECOMING CRINIMAL?! "Well then gentlemen, be glad then that my actions are still within the realm of legitimacy." The scientist coolly replied.

"Doesn't mean it won't become a crime yet! And if you think we will let you get off scott-free for this-this, violation of national security and trust. You will regret the day you even set foot in Cain Labs-" "My dearly beloved Emperor! Will you not scare my young Link like a savage yazuka that lost all trace of the noble society that bore him?!" Dr. Avalon snapped defiantly. Silence vaporized the conversation like a fully charged plasma cannon as the presence of an eavesdropper became known.

Link remained helplessly paralyzed in his current position. There is no way I'm stepping into there- "Link, my poor boy. Please come in. Father will make sure these intrusive gentlemen will mind their manners." WHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY?! Vibrating violently from fear, he cracked open the door and forcibly stepped inside the room so everyone would behold him. The room erupted in outrage as both government and maverick hunter officials cried against Avalon in sheer indignation.

"What did you just DO?!"

"You awakened him already when were still debating his legitimacy?!"

"You've pulled another dirty trick you vexing kitsune!"

" r. Avalon, I hereby order you to deactivate the reploid this instant. Until you are cleared of your suspicions!"

Link clung to the door in absolute terror as the people bombarded him with enraged outcries. To his chagrin the man responsible for him only calmly asked the gathering, "If your all so frightened by my poor boy. With your utterly ridiculous and hardly verifiable fears I might add. Why don't you yourselves put him to bed?" The room once again was plunged into a unanimous feeling of dread. The newbuilt shrank as almost everyone's stares pierced into him.

PLEASE NO.

Link silently pleaded as he trembled within their midst. While Dr. Avalon polished off his soothing cup of sencha tea before he rose from his seat. "Since it appears that everyone has regained their common sense. I will excuse myself to attend to my poor Link... And I believe this matter will be resolved from how the Hylian Council deems my work. Considering that Hyrule is the only ones that the contract is concerning. For now, I bid you all adieu."

He strode from the room with Link in tow and his opponents vanquished for the time being. Even after he left that steaming pot of grave misconduct and national concerns. He didn't feel safe in the slightest-especially with recent discoveries and the eerie suspicions regarding his purpose.

"Link, you're alright my boy? I hope those nasty officials haven't distressed you too much with their half-baked paranoia."

Link mustered every ounce of courage to look up at the roboticist who built him. According to the diagnostics when Link scanned him, Dr. Avalon was actually 45% Japanese, 30% French, and 25% Hylian. The Hylian lineage was most distinct in his pointed ears that were half the usual size. The golden brown hair and gray eyes signifying his European ancestry. With his skin tone and facial features distinctly Japanese. He wore a lab coat with a maroon vest, golden tie, black slacks, and brown shoes.

As his "father" peered down at him through his round glasses, he wished he was instantly taller.

"Uh no, they did not..." He spoke in a small voice. Hoping that his true feelings were not given away. Then he remembered, "Wait, where is everyone who works in the lab and why was I left alone?" He dared to ask.

The man smiled back at him as he explained, "The staff been working round the clock since we've been building you. So, I decided to give everyone the day off considering your activation process is hardly any hassle. I was waiting patiently for your birth when I was rudely interrupted by my temperamental visitors. Honestly, from their attitude you were think I was some mad genius bent on world domination!" As he chuckled lightly at his own lame joke, Link felt only a tiny bit reassured.

The visitors from earlier firmly believed that the smug roboticist betrayed their trust and risked breaking Hyrule's trust. Yet the fact that the entire staff including the security team left the scientist to his own devices for a full 48 hours in one of the most coveted laboratories in Japan... It meant that he possessed quite a staggering degree of trust in his field for royalties such as this. So why is he throwing it all away just so he could make me? Link would rather prefer it if his origins followed moral and legal standards. He almost felt like a maverick just for merely existing right now.

"Link, what's on your mind bud?" Avalon pulled the newly minted android back to reality.

"Oh, nothing! I just remembered I wanted to thank you for the birthday gifts you left for me!"

Also many thanks for getting the Japanese government and the Maverick Hunters to hate me!

I am also grateful for you nearly becoming a wanted outlaw just so you can use me for whatever your planning! I'm sure its all for the greater good and completely null of any sinister intentions!

The reploid sneered sarcastically to himself.

The man beamed warmly and benevolently at Link-which was tragically ruined by the sly glint in his cloudy gray eyes. "You're welcome, short-stuff." You better not call ME that AGAIN. His robotic "son" quietly threatened. The reploid reluctantly allowed his "father" to lead him to the shining golden brown hovercar waiting outside Cain Labs. It appeared that Link's new home would be Mr. Avalon's residence. Why couldn't I stay at the lab?! The "hostage" moaned to himself.

During the drive the elder pointed out all the things that made up the physical structures of modern-day society. While the A. I.-in-the-backseat-with-the-maturity-of-a-15-year-old rolled his eyes whenever Captain Obvious' back turned. The stimulation tests taught him the basics, duh!

After they finally, (finally!), reached the house which happened to be a surviving relic of times long past. Viewing the antique mansion, Link couldn't help but quietly gloat. I can soooooo easily escape without a hitch!

Only to scan the property and find that recent renovations made it nearly as impenetrable as Cain Labs'. "Not what you expected, huh bud?" The homeowner grinned who was luckily unaware of the youngster's growing distrust of him. Never mind. He sighed inwardly as he outwardly exclaimed, "I guess I can get used to this." They entered the engawa* where Link followed the elder through the twisting turns until they reached a vast fusuma* with a huge golden dragon holding a fire ball painted on the sheets.

Link was totally-not-caught-off-guard when the dragon morphed into an elaborate 3D holograph and scanned the both of them. It bowed as it bellowed, "Welcome home Master Chikao and young Master Link. I'll inform the chef to prepare your dinner." It glided across the panels that contained it as it headed towards the kitchen. Wait-WHAT?! A flabbergasted reploid stared incredulously at his guardian as if he grew nine tails.

Of course, Chikao Avalon had his answer well-prepared. "Besides presiding in the fine field of robotics, I also invested in the field of chemistry. Hailing from my Hylian origins, I have brewed 87 new potions to date. Alas, everyone on this planet can consume my marvelous concoctions except for reploids. The still-revolutionary beings I am evidently fond of. So why not develop a reploid who can?" Link would have thought Dr. Avalon insane if he did not find a practical application in enabling him to digest organic materials.

The two shared a meal of beef stew and katsudon* with hojicha* tea. The cybernetic boy found himself enjoying it more than he should. (Dr. Avalon had attuned his sensory system too well!)

After finishing the strawberry shortcake brought for his birthday. Dr. Avalon gently shepherd the youngster to his room before excusing himself to his office where he needed to meet a deadline for paperwork. "O yasumi*, short stuff." He ruffled the robot's messy hair before leaving.

Taking in his new surroundings, he easily interpreted the glaringly obvious message behind the decorations. The walls were almost covered with various artist depictions of the heroes of yore. The light radiated from the nostalgically shaped pyramid attached to the ceiling. A light saber and a shield smelted from eldin-steel alloy were no doubt part of his Hero Gear. As if all of these reminders were not enough a black mechanoid wolf and a cyber elf looking a lot like the legendary Navi, were sleeping soundly in their chargers.

"Wow, I guess you cannot have one too many hints..." Link succumbed to his comfy charger with great mental exhaustion. (Too tired to bother figuring out why it was modeled after a human bed and not a regular charger pod.) His eyes slowly closed as he drifted off to the realm of sleep. Where he dreamed of giggling Kokori hiding in the trees, Minnish wearing dark hoods while carrying lanterns, the great lake of Hylia swarming with pupil-less Zora, and himself slaying hideous monsters before opening chests with the same scroll bearing the same sentence: "You have been chosen."

Fun Facts: Katsudon, hojicha tea, and sencha tea are traditional condiments to Japan.

Old-styled Japanese houses an outer corridor surrounding them known as the engawa. While fusuma are sliding panels that act as doors or walls which are usually painted.

When Dr. Avalon said " O yasumi ", he meant good night.